1. WALKING WASTE

Vers 1.
Not breaking towards the end - just listening, looking in the dreams of our minds.
Repress and reduce the discovering of humanitys self-abuse.
Eat up the tongue - rip out the rotten lung - mutilate the face -
expell the ways of the human race.
Depraved by convinience - salvage found through capital.
Disgorged by ignorance - we quietly await our downfall.

Vers 2.
Bow down and see - the grotesque illusion is not to be embraced with accept, embraced with naivity.
Free me - from all your reasons - free me from greed - free me - from all your treason before we are human waste.

Chorus.
Walking dead - seesing shit - towards the end.
Walking dead - seesing shit - discontent.
Living dead - seesing shit - reconnect - a life will not be whole. x2

Vers 3.
Not breaking towards the end - just listening, looking in the dreams of our minds.
Repress and reduce the discovering of humanitys self-abuse.
Fall to fate - as the means of humanity will disintegrate.

Vers 4.
All our life's are forcefed, we need to gratulate the very force that makes us all look away.
A life will not be whole - unless we all arise.

Chorus.
Walking dead - seesing shit - towards the end.
Walking dead - seesing shit - discontent.
Living dead - seesing shit - reconnect - a life will not be whole. x2

A life will not be whole.

2. BARELY DEAD

Vers 1.
Barely dead - barely alive; the panic hits as I open my eyes.
Catatonic despair - frustration rapes my soul.
Almost no room for movement - to narrow on each of the sides.

Vers 2.
Desperately pounding on the walls around me - desperately looking for a way out of here.
As I light up the room in wich I'm laying - I find that I have been... Been buried alive.
Been buried alive x2

Vers 3.
Exstensive shaking begins - as I realise that a rotten corpse lies beside me - it's face - half devoured by a thousand maggits - I vomit in frustration and despair.

The stench is unbareable.

Chorus.
Panic - pounding and beating on the walls.
I begin to scream someone please hear me.
Panic - pounding and beating on the walls.
Someone hear me.

Vers 4.
Slowly I'm realising that this is where I'll be taking my last breath.

Chorus.
Panic - pounding and beating on the walls.
I begin to scream someone please hear me.
Panic - pounding and beating on the walls.
Someone hear me.

Vers 5.
The air is closing in - my hands and feet turn numb.
Silently panicing - I don't want to die.

3. SKIN SHREDDER
Chorus.

Generation innovation - comming on.
Raised on lies and fears and feelings.
Revalations born from it - it will be known. x2

Vers 1.
Blood - lost in mistrust. Beconed societys - depraved - with same despices and same varietys.
To blind to see through - the words that's been kept - all of this time.

Innovation.

Vers 2.
We've learned from devastation - we march towards innovation - eliminate deviation.
Disposal of the frail mind - no chance left for reconsile.

Chorus.
Generation innovation - comming on.
Raised on lies and fears and feelings.
Revalations born from it - it will be known. x2

Generation innovation is comming on.
A congragation to decide what's right from wrong.

Vers 3.
Generation - innovation - realation cooming on.
A congragation to decide what's right from wrong. x2.

Vers 4.
Expect resistance - the human race is fragile and it will be eraced - unless it it commence into the new way, the new world. x2.


Chorus.
Generation innovation - comming on.
Raised on lies and fears and feelings.
Revalations born from it - it will be known.

Generation innovation is comming on.
A congragation to decide what's right from wrong.

Outro.
It's time to kill.
It's time to kill.
It's time to kill to uphold our beliefs. x2.